Published: February 24, 2025
Tan Yun wondered what the reason could be!
"Collect!"
With a thought, the thirty thousand zhang long primordial chaos divine sword suddenly shrank, transforming into a beam of red light that surged into Tan Yun's brow, floating deep within his mind!
As for the words "Eternal Immortal Sect, intruders will die" inscribed on the Divine Sword, they had been erased by Tan Yun!
Tan Yun understood that the spirit of the Fire Attribute Primordial Chaos Divine Sword, Huo Wu, had suffered severe injuries when he had died and entered reincarnation years ago. If she wanted to regain her strength, she would need to cultivate her soul for many years...
The Artisan Techniques Grand Competition had concluded twelve days ago, and now, the third ritual arts competition for talisman refining had been ongoing for twelve days on the high platform.
The moment Tan Yun descended with flying sword control into the Eternal Creation Field, Dantai Xuanzhong, Tang Xinying, Shen Subing, Zhong Wu Shi Yao, and Gongsun Ruoxi on the high platform felt a sense of relief!
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
Zhong Wu Shi Yao's graceful figure flickered as she leaped out of the middle-grade mustard seed space-time sacred formation, throwing herself into Tan Yun's arms and hugging him tightly, tears in her eyes as she choked, "Where have you been for these thirty-two days? I was so worried!"
"Foolish girl, don't cry. Didn't I come back safe and sound?" Tan Yun gently wiped away Zhong Wu Shi Yao's tears, leaned down, and whispered close to her ear, "I've got a treasure to show you, but I'll tell you after we leave the Eternal Immortal Sect."
"Okay." Zhong Wu Shi Yao nodded, looking at Tan Yun with a hint of grievance, "From now on, if you have to leave, tell me in advance, or I really will worry."
"Understood, my lady." Tan Yun chuckled.
"You are so bad; I'm not talking to you anymore." Zhong Wu Shi Yao's beauty was striking, and she was blushing furiously.
"Cough, cough." A light cough interrupted them, and Tan Yun released Zhong Wu Shi Yao, noticing Shen Subing appearing beside him.
"Disciple pays respects to the Chief." Tan Yun bowed respectfully.
"Speak, where did you run off to?" Shen Subing said unhappily, "I, along with Chief Tang and Shiyao, searched for you for a whole month without finding you. We only returned to the Creation Field two days ago."
Tan Yun appeared overly flustered and hurriedly replied, "Reporting to the Chief, the Eternal Secret Realm is indeed vast. I took the wrong direction and just managed to find my way back."
"Since it was a false alarm, then there's no need to blame Tan Yun." At this moment, Dantai Xuanzhong's voice came from the high platform, "Once you leave the sacred formation, you cannot enter again. You and Tan Yun can just wait outside."
"Understood, Chief." Shen Subing and Tan Yun replied in unison.
Tan Yun, Shen Subing, and Zhong Wu Shi Yao stood shoulder to shoulder.
"Shiyao, how did the Artisan Lineage competition turn out in the end?" Tan Yun held Zhong Wu Shi Yao's delicate hand and asked.
"Sigh, what else could it be? My master is almost furious." Zhong Wu Shi Yao sighed, "The Divine Soul Celestial Palace scored 7890 points and ranked first in the Artisan competition. The Eternal Immortal Sect lost a high-level grand artisan because you killed Tuoba Zhantian, ending up with 6900 points."
"And our Huangfu Sacred Sect only scored 4120 points, with a small portion of that being from Senior Sister Gongsun alone. The sovereign said that when we return to the sect, she will be heavily rewarded; without her, we probably would have struggled to reach 2500 points."
Hearing this, Tan Yun nodded. This result was within his expectations. "By the way, Shiyao, how did our sect's talismans lineage perform?"
Mentioning the talismans lineage, Zhong Wu Shi Yao's beautiful eyes displayed a hint of shock, "Tan Yun, although the results for the third round of the talismans competition haven't been released yet, I estimate that the total score for the talismans lineage will surpass that of the artisan lineage."